This is a song about "Fiends of the crack rock"

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

And placed the fiends inside of the ghettoes, it's a stampede

And all women who had light features, see

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

For either rock in your pants the crack or best dick

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

Im spittin like the rock

Your chick said i'm hot

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Graduated from green now i serve to the fiends

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

And induct them into the mothafuckin' rock 'n roll hall of fame

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

With the hammer and a rock

And don't make vibrations stop